The young paladin raised his glowing sword, dispelling the cave’s unnatural darkness. The blade had been his mother’s. The quest was also something she’d left him after her death.
He pressed further into the cave, ready to face the ancient warlock that had taken her from him.
He found a boy, younger even than he, clutching an ancient grimoire nervously to his chest.
Eventually, the paladin thrust the point of his sword into the dirt and sat beside it.
It became a lamp as they talked about the world their parents left them, and the new one they would build.